Words in copper wires

Or racing through the fibre

Ever falling short

Where do the days go?

Should I try to pack them full

Or tie them down slow?

Weaving winding limbs
Carrying our fragile nest
This place I love best

While the world wakes up

I’m locked away in my cave

Pressing wrong buttons

A song everyday

I belong in fields of grey

Every day’s a song

Why am I afraid

Of words I don’t want to say?

Find another way

No need to tip toe

Round these nettles and brambles

When your light shines on

Blossom overflows

Leaning back in the sunshine

Still a part of this

From broken brickwork

Exploiting every gap. Where

There’s water, there’s life

Swathes of yellow sweep

Through England’s peasantless land

A broken mirror

Bold galleons bounce

Grating butter grade batter

Gratuitously

Stretch towards the sun

Reach beyond your horizon

We will become one

When you reach your goal

There is no prize for your soul

But the road back home

Should I cling tighter

Or let the river take me

With floating debris

Careful you don’t trip

Unsteady ground pulls you down

Into the stream slip